She stepped onto the sidewalk and started on her way, at first just toddling, steps excited and sporadic.
Each new one brought such joy and surprise. There were flowers to pick and bright, green grass to smell. The air was warm and the sun shone above brightly.
Legs grew stronger and her way became faster. The sun shown brightly still and pine needles danced in the wind. Rain showers came, and with them was always a rainbow of promise after.
The sidewalk narrowed.
The walking space became smaller due to the mounds of ice and snow. The ice though clear and beautiful at times could be so very sharp and cold. If not careful it would cut and leave wounds deep.
Her steps were forced to be slower, cumbered steps that only came with great effort.
The snow sparkling and beautiful comforted and blanketed the ice, hiding many times the ugliness and threat.
Up ahead the sidewalk appeared changed, it was clear and shining , she forged ahead quickly, ready for the run once again!
What came was a shock. Her footing was lost, she slipped and slid out of control, ICE! Ice that was black and cold,deceiving to the naked eye.
The fall so hard.....it jarred every bone, shook her to her very core.
Only left was a coldness, unable to shake, a loneliness that could not be denied.
Where was the Sun?
Where was her strength?
Her legs lay limp, injured by the fall... wearied by the run.
Thoughts of first steps on the sidewalk enveloped her memory. She missed the joy, longed for the peace and the pureness of new discovery.
Where was this place?
Did this sidewalk really lead to such an unfulfilled dead end?
All at once she was lifted in power and might, though afraid she felt not, she was so comforted by His might.
His strong steps could not falter though the ice was so thick,
His arms wrapped tightly around her and all was right.
He carried her into a garden so fair,
with birds singing and firefly's dancing all around in delight.
She grew strength in her legs and again in her heart
soon she was ready to seek back out the
"sidewalk"
Again it had changed this time with a light
it was clear
the end she saw was pure and shining
Celestial, bright full of hope and His grace,
her step though careful
were lighter now in this place.
This leaves my heart asking again your last sentence.
ReplyDeleteAm I willing to settle for where I am at in life, if today was my last day on earth would I be ok with where I left my life? This isn't glory, this part here on the black ice. I can feel the angels shouting hymns encouraging me to get up. God gently picking me up. Then I throw a fit like a child and say "No I want to be right where I'm at" - when really I know I don't want to be. That nothing can be better than where Christ wants me. And that doing my own thing sometimes (most of the time) just hurts. But I focus on the fact that I don't know where He is picking me up to, what path we will be on then. When that shouldn't be my focus. Rather my focus should be on Him. And the mercy that He had even picking me up.
You paint a perfect picture Jess, God knew I needed it *tears*
Thank you girl, :)
God knows I needed your response. Thank-you. I think I'm ready to write the ending. Love you.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to read the ending Jessie, this is an incredible piece of work. It spoke to my soul, that is powerful writing. Thanks for sharing :)
ReplyDeleteLove you too!
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